enburn-a

[enburn-a]

a deactivated blog said:     love certainly is a cruel emotion,  isn’t it?

there  resides  in  yoriichi  the  opposing  opinion:     no,     that’s  not  quite  right.     love  is  never  cruel.     ❝     ...why  do  you  say  that?     ❞     the  swordsman’s  enmity  is  unloaded  as  a  question  instead.     rather  than  a  ‘no.     that’s  not  right,’  deflection,     what  he  offers  instead:     tell  me,     what  is  it  that  has  made  you  feel  this  way?...

❝     life  may  be  cruel,     but  love  will  always  be  wonderful...     that’s  what  i  believe  in.     ❞     when  matters  of  the  heart  are  involved,     within  yoriichi’s  sits  an  unlimited  supply  of  love  and  of  gratitude.     he  loves  to  stroll  through  grassy  and  shaded  paths,     take  note  of  the  leaves  changing  their  color.     he  loves  sitting  down  and  hearing  the  chatter  of  humans  interacting  with  one  another  some  distance  away.     or  the  chirr  of  both  cicadas  and  birds  alike.     even  the  way  the  chrysanthemums  bend  and  allow  the  breeze  to  brush  through  and  over  them,     he  loves  this  too.

his  mother,     his  brother,     his  lover,     all  of  whom  are  no  longer  with  him,     he  loves  all  three  of  them  as  well.     love  is  wonderful  because  it  outlives  everything,     this  he  is  sure  of.     the  ability  to  love  is  the  greatest  gift  to  mankind.

yoriichi  holds  a  love  so  profound  and  deep  within  him,     but  it  isn’t  the  love  another  person  might  imagine.     —it’s  a  bit  sad  to  think  about  though,     isn’t  it?     the  love  and  appreciation  for  the  otherwise  mundane  and  normal  because  this  is  as  close  as  he  can  possibly  get  to  experiencing  it  again.     an  undoubtedly  lonesome  longing.

❝     if  you  love  something,     visit  it  often.     hold  it  in  your  hands  if  you  can,     or  appreciate  it  from  a  distance  otherwise.     if  you  love  to  cook,     make  a  meal  with  all  your  soul  in  it.     if  you  love  someone,     hold  tightly  onto  them  and  don’t  ever  let  go.

     —     ...because  humans  can  do  all  of  that,     there  will  never  exist  a  moment  where  i’ll  think  that  love  is  cruel.     ❞

[enburn-a]

“It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.”

— Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler’s Wife (via theliteraryjournals)

[enburn-a]

kny shenanigans…….. seems like fuyumi is quite partial 2 this family huh

@enburn  &  @meriae  requested an edit  !

[enburn-a]

@enburn said  :  i’m hoping you’ll understand me.

her  ministrations  slow  to  a  pause,   quisitive  hum  murmured  in  reply  before  blue  eyes  raise  slowly  to  study  her  companion                  he  sits  so  still  that  for  a  moment,   fuyumi  questions  whether  he  might  have  said  anything  at  all.   she  waits,   patient  as  he  is  guarded,   for  any  indication  of  continuance,   and  while  yoriichi  only  stares  down  at  the  budding  flower  between  them,   she  ponders  briefly  if  this  is  the  form  his  nervousness  takes,   if  he  even  feels  such  a  thing  at  all  :   admittedly,   it’s  rare  that  she  ever  knows  for  certain  what  he’s  thinking,   and  it’s  even  rarer  that  he  chooses  to  share  it.

‘   yoriichi - san   …   ?   ’   she  asks,   head  dipping  forward  in  attempt  to  catch  his  gaze,   but  of  course,   he  remains  elusive.   sometimes,   it  feels  as  if  he  were  a  spectre  in  her  garden,   as  if,   if  fuyumi  reached  out  to  touch  him,   her  hands  would  pass  through  him  instead                 but  here,   in  the  light  of  the  setting  sun,   cicadas  buzzing  violently  in  the  trees   …   he’s  just  a  man.   and  almost  of  their  own  accord,   fuyumi  finds  her  hands  extending  to  grasp  his  own,  half - expecting  them  to  press  against  some  unseen  force  before  they  reach  him,   to  slip  right  through  into  the  dirt  instead.  

   but  they  don’t.

      soil-stained  fingers  close  gently  around  his  wrists,   and  any  worry  given  to  if  she  might  be  stepping  over  her  bounds  is  forgone.   a  pause  weighs  heavy  in  the  air  as  fuyumi  stops  to  marvel  at  the  difference  between  them                    it’s  almost  comical,   how  his  palms  could  engulf  hers.  so  rough,  she  notes.   but  warm.   gentle.   they  remind  her  of  another’s   …   hands  she’d  held  with  reluctance,  hands  she  had  not  held  enough.  the  furrow  of  her  brow  softens  into  melancholy,   this  longing  she  can  often  forget  until  the  quiet  hours  of  the  night.   this  time,   she  thinks,  and  her  grip  slips  from  his  wrists  to  his  fingers,   nearly  out  of  her  grasp   …   but  it  tightens  just  moments  before  his  hands  fall  from  her  completely.   this  time  i  will  not  let  go.

      ‘   whatever  it  is,   ’    she  says,   quieter  now,   folding  his  hands  together  between  hers  and  patting  softly  over  the  top  of  them.   any  trace  of  her  sorrow  is  gone  when  she  lifts  her  head  to  finally  catch  his  gaze,  reassuring  smile  given  in  exchange.   ‘   i’m  here.   ’

[enburn-a]

this is what all the slayers thought of him before kicking him out of the corps for being too sexy

[enburn-a]

Life can be so wonderful (2007), dir. Osamu Minorikawa

[enburn-a]

[enburn-a]

@jaknen​ said:     "Gramps gramps hold out your hands so the birds can eat the seeds !! If we're lucky one will land on our palms !!"

surrounding  himself  in  nature  is  a  pastime  often  indulged  in  his  times  of  rest.     whether  that  entailed  sitting  out  on  the  porch  of  his  estate  to  simply  observe  from  the  sidelines,     to  run  his  hand  under  the  berries  ripening  on  the  rowan  trees  nearby;     or,     with  gon  now  at  this  side,     feeding  the  animals  that  inhabited  the  vast  green  lands  that  nurture  them.     though  gon’s  call  to  extend  his  hand  out  for  a  closer  contact  is  one  he  hasn’t  thought  of  since  his  youth,     (  the  sudden  bombardment  of  animals  has  proved  too  unnerving  to  some,     though  he  remembers  vividly  how  enchanting  a  sight  it  was  to  uta.  )

 nevertheless,     he  raises  and  extends  his  feeding  palm  out  without  any  regard  for  hesitation,     a  gentle  invitation  thus  opened  to  any  bird  busy  on  the  previous  offerings  below  and  to  the  ones  watching  closely  above  in  the  trees.

the  waiting  period  is  only  natural,     of  course,     though  short  lived.     the  stillness  of  his  arm  never  lessens  in  absolute  precision—     and  perhaps  it’s  thanks  to  this  near  lifeless  trait  of  his  that  attracts  the  docking  bird  to  his  palm.     ❝     ah...     ❞     but  upon  instant  examination,     yoriichi  held  no  right  to  hold  it  himself.     the  bird  in  question,     a  brilliant  green  hue  that  could  only  resemble  one  person,     is  then  lowered  and  presented  to  gon  beside  him,     nestled  carefully  between  the  cupping  of  both  yoriichi’s  hands.     (  and  so  effortlessly  done  as  well,     never  once  disrupting  its  feasting  time.  )

❝     here,     gon.     ...     it  belongs  in  your  hands  instead.     ❞

[enburn-a]

for my daily yoriichi love hour post, i will bestow upon u these 9 yorii tweets that go thru my mind daily

[enburn-a]

Louise Glück, from “Averno”, Poems 1962-2012

[enburn-a]

serial experiments lain sentence starters.

“ why you should do that is something you should figure out for yourself. “

“ i don’t need to stay in a place like this. “

“ if you stay in a place like this, you might not be able to connect. “

“ what’s it like when you die? “

“ ____, i walked home with you just once. do you remember? “

“ do you understand? it’s okay if you can’t right now. you will all understand soon. everyone will. “

“ god is here. “

“ you know, ____, in this world, whether it’s here in the real world or the wired, people connect to each other and that’s how societies function. “

“ i don’t come here because i want to. “

“ everyone is connected. “

“ why are you making me do this?! what right do you have?! “

“ you are not alone. “

“ there was no reason for me to stay in the real world any longer. “

“ in the real world, it didn’t matter if i was there or not. when i realized that, i was no longer afraid of losing my body. “

“ i love kissing. just kissing is enough to make me happy. “

“ dying feels so good! “

“ i just want to do business. what do you say? “

“ humans are all alone. they don’t connect to anyone at all. “

“ you prefer a machine to your friends, huh? “

“ i can’t go where you are. “

“ don’t worry. i’m still me. “

“ if you can hear it, it is speaking to you. “

“ mankind is a creature that no longer evolves, is it not? “

“ not knowing what it is that drives them, they keep their bodies merely to satisfy the desires of the flesh. they’re worthless, don’t you think? that’s all mankind is. “

“ i am god. “

“ there is nothing that you don’t know. i can’t tell you a story that doesn’t exist. you understand, don’t you? “

“ for every event, there is first a prophecy. an event first comes into existence when there is a prophecy. “

“ the other side is crowded. the dead will have no place to go. “

“ the prophecy is being fulfilled, ____. “

“ the body exists only to verify one’s own existence. “

“ i think i may have talked with god. “

“ if people can connect to one another, even the smallest voice will grow loud. “

“ it’s just a little strange. i don’t have many friends. “

“ you’re more noise than signal. “

“ i want to relax here until my body rots. “

“ time passes so beautifully here. and quietly, as if it’ll last forever. “

“ i don’t know what you plan to do here or what sort of being you’re trying to become, but you’re powerful. incredibly powerful. “

“ if there really is a god here, you’re a blessed child. “

“ i’ll tell you, but it’s just between you and me. “

“ i can exist anywhere. no matter where my body is, i can send my consciousness anywhere i want. “

“ the real world isn’t real at all. “

“ i… i don’t want to be here. you understand that, don’t you? “

“ my name… it’s meaningless to know my real name. “

“ you are what’s dangerous. “

“ do you want to be hurt, too? do you want your heart to feel like it’s being scraped with a rasp? “

“ you’re looking for me, aren’t you? “

“ so god makes his grand entrance, huh? “

“ how do you define ‘god’? if it’s the creator of the world, that’s not me. the all-powerful ruler of the world? you give god too much credit. “

“ you are merely a hologram of that other you. you are just a body. “

“ who are you? you’re not me. i’ll never do what you do. “

“ stop it! why are you acting like the part of me that i hate? “

“ wherever anyone is, wherever they go, you have always been there. “

“ you’ve watched what they didn’t want others to see. you’ve told everyone about it, that’s all. it was the right thing to do.

“ everything you say is a lie. “

“ as along as i’m aware of myself, my true self is inside me! “

“ you were born with that kind of power. “

“ i… i’m me, right? there’s no other me but me, right? “

“ if you want to be free of suffering, you should believe in god. “

“ how could i turn something that did happen into something that didn’t? “

“ i don’t know you. but you know me… “

“ the flow of information doesn’t always go both ways. “

“ the truth has power because it’s the truth. and because it’s the truth, that makes it just. “

“ there is only one truth: god. “

“ you’re dead, aren’t you? a dead human. “

“ to die is merely to abandon the flesh. “

“ love certainly is a strange emotion, isn’t it? “

“ it’s because of me that you can stay yourself. “

“ you never had a body to begin with. “

“ don’t talk about me like i’m a machine. “

“ there’s nothing easy about dying. “

“ i had no idea the world was this simple. “

“ people only have substance within the memories of others. “

“ why did you leave only me? why did you only leave my memories alone? “

“ you were my friend, even without connecting with me, ____. you’re my only friend, ____. “

“ it doesn’t matter which is real, this side or the other. “

“ you and everyone else, ____, you’re just applications. “

“ your body’s cold, but you’re alive, ____. “

“ it doesn’t matter. with no body, you can’t understand. “

“ you’re just an acting god, standing in for someone. “

“ i mess up everything i try to do for you, huh, ____? “

“ if you don’t remember something, it never happened. if you aren’t remembered, you never existed. “

“ no one is dying, and no one is being hurt. and no one hates you. “

“ the human world creates and prays to its various gods, and humans convince themselves, ‘this is how the world is.’ “

“ it’d be so much easier if you became god. i think it’d be a lot easier than being a human. you wouldn’t have to do anything. just stand there and watch. “

“ i’m here, so i’ll be with you forever. “

[enburn-a]

me showing yoriichi my photo album and twitter likes dedicated just to him

[enburn-a]

[enburn-a]

shryuki​:

            a laugh left her , it a glittering ray amongst the dreary. ❛     thank you for the compliment but I can only do my job because the slayers keep me safe. ———  i’m very grateful for waking each morning without worry for my own life.     ❜ hands fell upon a weed which she picked &. put in her basket for later. there were surprising uses for unwanted greens in the pharmacy. the healer would must likely study the properties later. she turned back to him , vocal adorned with wistful confession , ❛     therefore , i dedicate every breath to restoring all of them i can to tip top health.     ❜ pause let the passion linger there to dwell. emerald hues  gazed at the graves. flowers on each of them cleaned &. tidy. with her duties done until next week , it was time for some refreshment. bead of sweat formed on forehead from summertime rays. ❛     would you like to join me for some tea &. fruit ? …  it’s fresh !     ❜

never  one  to  assert  himself  where  he  is  not  asked  for.     mindfulness  is  intended  with  every  step  and  point  of  rest,     courteous.     intently  he  listens  to  what  is  both  said  and  what  is  left  to  be  deciphered:     his  eyes  roam  over  the  pensive  scenery  of  the  estate  once  more,     quick  to  understand  the  scale  of  her  ardor  for  such  an  obligation  turned  duty.     even  throughout  her  offer  he  remains  at  absolute  standstill,     though  through  an  act  of  momentous  decision  that  follows  moments  after,     he  moves  at  last.

his  form  bows  forward  then,     raven  locks  shifting  either  way  over  the  blades  of  his  shoulders,     the  undulation  reminiscent  of  that  of  oil  and  water.     ❝     thank  you...     but  i  do  not  wish  to  impose.     ❞    guilt  is  only  natural  to  follow  if  he  were  to  obtrude  himself  in  time  rather  spent  alone  or  working,     even  more  so  if  she  did  not  have  the  heart  to  admit  such  a  thing.     ❝     ...only  if  you  are  willing  to  have  me.     ❞

[enburn-a]

wiggles ur sword between her mighty fingers to see if it'll wiggle like a pencil

how did you get out of your child leash

[enburn-a]

everyone stop what youre doing and look at anime yoriichi

[enburn-a]

in love w all the aspects that make yorii seem spirit-like… like how little his lips part when he speaks… the way his presence is basically unnoticeable….. how elegant and graceful his movements are and how effortless and weightless he looks when fighting… the way he can stand eerily still in the background while only the locks of his hair, his clothes and his earrings pour out in unison against the breeze… the way his breathing is so soft and barely noticeable that u wouldnt be able to see his chest or stomach move with each inhale n exhale…. the way he is just out there existing but its unsure if hes really truly There… the way he is just ALWAYS looking, always always always observing….. MUST I GO ON…..!